Saturday, February 24, 2007

It was the best of times it was the worst of times. I loved my clunky, noisy, slow ugly beast of a laptop. But on Monday 19 February 2007 at 7:35am all was silent.

A quick trip to the Dell website..and..

As of Friday 23 February 2007 at 4:45pm the world was a happy place again, and Zara could breath a sigh of relief that my days of going cold turkey were over.

So now, sat quietly and gently warming my legs is a sleak, shiny, quiet, fast Dell Inspiron. With a (unusually for me) legal copy of Windows all singing all dancing Vista. And so far i'm more than bloody happy with it.

And it's got a cool chess game too.

So does this mean i'll be blogging more?

I doubt it. But when I do be happy in the knowledge that these words have been written quickly, smoothly and quietly.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Wow weekly posts now!There isn't enough me to go round. Which sounds kinda big headed. I mean there isn't enough time to fit all of me in. I never seem to get the things I want done. Or have the time to get them done in.

Upload pictures, upload video. Set the spare pc up as a file server....again. Play Zelda on the Wii. Talk to friends online who never seem to be online anymore goddamit where are you people. Blog more! Oh, and other stuff I can't really think of right now damn my brain.

The only time I seem to get to myself is the hour (or two) I have in the bath. And then i'm too relaxed to blog or anything. I need another me...or a Mii, heh. One to do all the stuff that needs to be done and on to go off quietly and do the stuff I'd really like to get done.

Then your day is already off to a bad start. Hopefully these fuckers will get whats coming to them whilst in jail. Ok, I've cut the end of both those titles off in case it upsets anyone. But click the links if you feel the need.

Needless to say it's pretty horrific stuff.

So after a shitty week my weekend is already fucked up.

I know, I know. These stories are pretty few and far between. But it still happens to something somewhere.

Although it did kind of put my week into perspective. Poor little me and my poor little life. Except for me it is. You can only relate to what you're going through personally. The rest is just empathy. I'm probably making no sense right now. Blame it on the Stella Artois.

It's official. I hate my job. No wait. I hate my place of employment. Things could change. But they're not happening fast enough. I'm stuck in the hell reserved only for people who talk in the theatre (ok, small Firefly reference there, ignore it if you like).

I really don't know where to begin. So I shan't. Just imagine the worst place you've worked. Then imagine the person you most hated in your life. Now imagine that person is your boss. Now imagine that persons entire family also works in the same place.

Yeah. Welcome to my life.

So why not just leave. Well, that doesn't exactly help pay the mortgage. So until the situation changes to the point that leaving is an option then I shall have to just ramble on here about how shitty things are like i'm some kind of fucking emo.